Glorified

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Glorified, Glorified, Glorified,
[Verse 1:]
In the game of pain that rang the outlaws
Freaks come through at a 2 no draws
Stop for a sec tiga don't take a pause
If you don't see no pigs then there ain't no laws
Get beefy with me 1 time when I rap
To all them other niggas is
Like bullets in the back
On the highway going fucka fucka fast
Blowing on a chopper when I'm mucka mucka mad
Make way steady on the dirty dirty cash
When nothing hurts tiga only when I laugh
[Chorus: x2]
I glorified the crime rate in my state
The mothafucka thinks is the fliest place
[Verse 2:]
Die mothafucka you know I ain't concerned
You make a mothafucka really do learn
Popeye nigga and go home and eat spinach
Get back on the block I really can't finish
I'm ready to rap till the gods say quit
Until then freaks you gon hear my shit
Parden my manapose and parden my french
And god so check it out, put me in the mix
I'm shooting with my eyes closed at 5-0
Leaving every where I go smelling like a rose
Hanging out the car window what's up hoes
Stepped out and showed the hoes the gangsta pose
[Chorus: x3]
I glorified the crime rate in my state
The mothafucka thinks is the fliest place
[Verse 3:]
Your lucky you brothas go boom bang bang
America is the game with a gold wet rang
Keep your daughtars chain my eyes never change
Hard to break like a cuban link chain
Stay back fo a while the mayne in livin color
Instead of right next to me mothafucka
Die ya'll hi ya'll fry ya'll
Spit the truth tell the youth it's a lie ya'll
The only advice I can give to a brotha
Is fire up the weed motha fucka
Check it
[Chorus: x3]
I glorified the crime rate in my state
The motha fucka thinks is the fliest place
Shit can u understand now, I'm glorified

Once upon our time
in a land far gone
where hate crime’s enforced by state crime
even though they say the land of the free was made for both you and me
Well, the girl next door might have cancer
and the hospital nearby’s got the answer, but
she’s never been there, can’t afford healthcare
in the arms of the home of the brave, she’s carried to her grave
Marionettes for presidents, strung out on wars
and we’re not sure who’s american anymore
division of church and state is my kind of separatism
spreading god’s love through scare tactics is casual terrorism
and if abortion’s murder, let’s strip that right away, and
who gave women the right to vote anyway?
So many babies
brought into the world today
amongst so many maybes
like maybe they’ll feel loved, be provided for, and have a place to stay
but instead of placing them in loving stable homes
that might not fill the conservative bill
they’re tossed around the foster system like a hot potato
instead of making friends of dorothy
they’re thrown to the tornado
Death warrants signed by murderers
who came to power through the back door
is this democracy or a monarchy
what do we hold elections for
you write your personal agenda on a post-it note
and leave the constitution lying on the bathroom floor
This is for the world trade center, for columbine
for oklahoma city and the lost and lonely friends of mine
for ireland, iran, iraq
and the suffering caused by the indian ocean’s attack
for falun gong and the berlin wall
the homeless, the hungry, and slaves to drugs and alcohol
indian, australian, african slaves
native americans whose amber waves of grain
were melted down into white men’s riches
victims of war and for salem’s witches
for boys who were told to act more like boys
and girls who were told to only play with girl toys
the voiceless, forgotten, plagued by disease
god help us please, please, please
Maybe one day I’ll stop alternating
between thirteen hours of eating and thirteen hours of sleeping
and do something about it with what i guess could have been a twenty-six hour day

(feat. Serena Altschul)
[*sound of a camera taking a picture*]
[Jay]
Millenium flow
[MTV]
Serena Altschul's here live outside the criminal courthouse
[Jay]
This is {bullshit} y'all
[MTV]
in New York City for the first day in the trial of
[Jay]
I'm gone [*car speeds off*]
[MTV]
the State vs. Shawn Carter, a.k.a. Jay-Z
[Jay]
Uhh, uh-huh-uh, uhh, uh-huh-uh, uhh
[MTV]
Whatever the verdict in this trial may be
the effects will undoubtedly be felt worldwide
[Jay-Z]
Aiyyo, stand forward, 'fore you take notice
or witness to me killin the track
Testify 'til me spillin the smack
Now they got me for traffickin, racketeerin, audio crack
[Hook:]
They call me Dope Man, Dope Man
I try to tell em I'm where hope, floats man
Ghetto spokes-man
A broke man, approachin the bench with intent
to bury me under the cell, fingered me as the toast man
Evidence stemmin from ninety-six
They say the world ain't recovered from his fix
While they was usin cut I was on some other shit
Gave it to you raw and they just discovered it
Nowaday, the jury got they brow raised
Listenin to testimony about my foul ways
Exhibit A: 'Reasonable Doubt'
They say this was the first thing that turned the peoples out
[MTV]
You can feel the tension building here
as an unprecedented number of people have turned out
for what may be the 'Trial of the Century'
[Hook]
[Jay-Z]
How come, you label your brand of dope
'Volume 1' and spread it through the slums
Fed it to the young with total disregard
Your honor, the State seeks the maximum charge
And how could you, turn right around
and release a lethal dosage called 'Volume 2'
And is true you operate the criminal enterprise
known as Roc-a-Fella in charge of his meteoric rise
And do you deny you're responsible for the demise
of record execs, and do you object
Your distribution's Polygram, and through your connects
Def Jam, you pushed over five million SoundScan
And not to mention, your co-horts and henchmen
Dame, Biggs, Lyor, Kev' and Russell Simmons
And we ain't gon' talk about Murder, Inc.
That just establishes a darker deeper criminal link
[MTV]
The State is seeking the maximum penalty
and with the overwhelming amount of evidence
the D.A.'s presented, things aren't looking good
[Hook]
[MTV]
Despite the grim outlook at this point
the rapper has been known to emerge triumphant
in the face of adversity
[Hook]
[MTV]
Jay-Z is taking the stand
[Jay-Z]
Right hand on the Bible, left hand in the air
Before I spoke one word, made sure my throat was clear
A-hem, I'm a prisoner of circumstance
Frail nigga, I couldn't much work with my hands
But my mind was strong, I grew where you hold your blacks up
Trap us, expect us not to pick gats up
Where you drop your cracks off by the Mack trucks
Destroy our dreams of lawyers and actors
Keep us spiralin, goin backwards
At age nine, saw my first hate crime
Blindfolded, expected to walk a straight line
Mind molded, taught to love you and hate mine
Climbed over it, at a early age, Jay shined
Fuck the system at Lady Justice I blaze nine
Your Honor, I no longer kill my people, I raise mine
The soul of Mumia in this modern day time
[MTV]
While the jury is inside deliberating
outside the crowd is frozen with anticipation
[Hook]
[MTV]
Well the verdict has just been announced: NOT GUILTY!
It is complete pandemonium out here! [Hook; Serena keeps speaking]
People are cheering and hugging - there he is
Jay-Z is exiting the courtroom right now
There is a swarm of cameras surrounding him [*pop bulbs flashing*]
and people are just rushing up to him
Let's try and make our way over there, Jay-Z! Jay-Z!
[*sounds of cameras keep flashing*, *music fades*]

[hispanic voice same as Intro from _In My Lifetime, Vol. 1_]
What you think you like me? You ain't like me *motherfucker*
You a punk
I been with MADE people.. CONNEC-TED people
Who you been wit? Chain snatchin, jive-ass, maricon *motherfuckers*
Why don't you go get lost
Get out of here, go kick a freestyle or somethin
[Jay-Z]
You're now tuned into the greatest
*Motherfuckers* can't beat us, join us, can't fade us, hate us
Can't touch it, *fuck it*, can't see em, try to be em
Both shows sold out your coliseum, 8th Wonder
Locked rap for trey summers, poker faces with the aces under
Face one up, to take over, the break's over
*Nigga* I'm the God MC, me, Jay-hovah
*Shit* knockin, almost a crime, get Cochran
Bangin to the hearse where my doctors hand
hot land, FBI, DEA, I did crime, got away
They wanna see me pay, *motherfuckers* better ride
if they try to plant, under the seat of my car
even a half a gram, better flame those, plainclothes
Same goes for lame hoes, cocaine rapper
Rep ya game pros
[Wais]
We celebrate this, while you sittin back screamin you hate this
Try to rape this, get caught in my crime matrix
Spittin sperm inside of latex
You get, no respect like a child rapist
Delegate this, men just givin facelifts
Leave your melon spacious, career felon, no hiatus
nor Ceasar's, the CIA flooded my block with diseases
Informants, heating the spot up like global warming
Who start *shit*? My style is laced with arsenic
Odorless tasteless, cause of death is traceless
I know you wanna see me wasted
You call the order, I'll be in Hell
Team Roc sweater and ice water
Righteous, dominate the global, my life's a novel
blazin in Barnes and Noble, idolize the vocals
Y'all niggaz is local but that's evident
I'm Resident Evil, movin like ?
[Memphis Bleek]
Millionaire that flow like water, rap *niggaz* runnin
I, oughta applaud ya, clap at ya
Point the Mac at ya, *niggaz* caught up
Brought up in the rapture, my flows torture
like a compound fracture, can't *fuck* widdit
For the love of sex money and drugs
Affiliated with the sets Tecs honies and thugs
Let the four power, rain on *niggaz* like a spring shower
and bring flowers for the bodies that surround us
If you was lookin you found us
Movin with speed, tried to play Superman
ended up like Chris Reeves
Parapalegic, precise minds like the Pharoah's of Egypt
Shot through a barrel *niggaz* narrowly weaved it
Keepin my Team top seeded with the Sweet 16's
bulgin out of my jeans, on the ten-speed weeded
Holdin, ? shots with you like a secret
It's like a story never told, but believe it...
[Sauce Money]
Street anthem anchor, quick to trade shots just like a banker
Lick a round, *niggaz* hit the ground like Sanka
I got ya screwface in forty-two ways, Aim better
than toothpaste, Jerry Maguire
Show Me The Money like Clue tapes
Run up in your spot with a few eights, zonin
Known men, home in, all of my homies condone sin
Four shots spin ya like chrome rims
Put a part right through your dome like the Omen, foamin
White sheets got ya wrapped like a Roman
Back in New York, honey wants it, just spit blood and talk funny
*Niggaz* is cartoons, picture styles that's fully developed
like dark rooms, hits fat, cub with a harpoon
Heat-seekin, grill huntin, still frontin?
Keep squeezin, *fuck it*, I leave the whole street wheezing
No *motherfuckers* hope I fail, and gotta provoke the frail
Got em scared to drop like soap in jail
[Jay-Z]
Geyeah, there you have it
Just think of ours as can't be touched, tested, whatever
Never disrespect this thing of ours
Roc-a-Fella family

[Hook:]
Been meaning to write you sincerely
So let me lay this down
Ain't much to say, ain't much to say, unless it’s a vow
So what’s this about?
[Verse 1:]
Give me nothing man, I’ll take it on my own
Got a whole lot to go, only slow when I've grown old
Well one piece of advice, for you limelight seeking shh
Twitter plus the couch equals you never gonna blow
You can talk a big game, you can want to walk to fame
The sidewalk ends fall off if the grind ain't the same as the FAM
Nothing to gain if you can’t get yourself outta the place that you claim can’t help, well
The ladder for me man keeps getting longer
The climb gets harder, my arms getting stronger
You blind old man cause you’re starting to wander
Snake of the game bringing nothing but problems
You on the come up like your leader's got his eyes closed
I’d arrive before you if I decide to drive slow
But I’m not I’m posted up never lie low
You’ll vanish real quick like your missing dog Fido
[Hook][Verse 2:]
It’s a curse and a blessing to get this way in the first place
And your shit was supposed to drop around my 15th birthday
Gotta be real and cleaned up behind curtains
Is this really your grand scheme to prove that you’re worth it?
Well I've seen it before but good job
They click next stray away quick move along
Shake they head say They never going back to this blog
Can’t use your brights homie cause your heads filled with fog
If you want something grab it, if you have a beat stab it
Shitload of legwork not just living lash, I’m up at 3 AM and I’m still mentally active
Mind is traveling to a height that’ll send your ass packing
In the third row seat of the van realizing opportunities within patience
Instant gratification is not in the plans for your brand
Buzzer beater precision they coming running from the stands
[Hook]

First there was a road, was a brick road painted yellow looks the same but not as new
Skipping over chalk when we walk to find a way to keep themselves away from you
All the girls and the boys find a way here to play but the games all turn out to be tragedies
Looking for directions, keeping my intentions, knowing you're ok but not with me
Driving in your car going far feeling wind in my hair it's a mess but you just don't care
Testing for a vibe when you try to create some magic in this stale air
Meetings, feelings, greeting, every person who has felt that way
Searching for your place, for a name, in the waste of the city, lighting up this place
Ya ya ya ya ya
Everything's as usual
I'm where I've never been
I'm where I've never been
Then there was a babe, was a tall babe smoking on a fag in his mother's living room
Hoping that she'd catch him, steal it and detach him, he wanted to be seen through his faces mood
Sheri's got a Caity, she was just a baby shouting out to the world "look what I can do!"
Looking for reactions, getting satisfaction, kids in the hall are in broken shoes
We're fine, we're fine, not blind who's got the cash spend it fast before they do
Put your dirty deeds in the back seat, making sure you look sweet, never let them see through you
Feeling kind of easy, moving when they need me, talking to my feelings, thoughts and dealing
Looking in the past, I react moving fast lighting spit fire's in the streets for you
Ya ya ya ya ya
Everything's as usual
I'm where I've never been
I'm where I've never been
I never wanted to be
I never wanted to change
Now can you take it all away
I'm not far from paranoid
Driving in your car going far feeling wind in my hair it's a mess but you just don't care
Testing for a vibe when you try to create some magic in this stale air
Meetings, feelings, greeting, every person who has felt that way
Searching for your place, for a name, in the waste of the city, lighting up this place